Hardly Even There

The listless way he walks
Those fetching fetchless sighs
The empty way he talks
Those indifferent goodbyes
Illuminates a tragic trail
Trudged along the way
A failure waiting to fail
And try another day
To coax a walking corpse
To turn the day around
And continue through the copse
Without becoming a corpse lying down
Is a lesson lost on a drowning man
To continue until we no longer can.